Barbara Allen

Twas in the merry month of May

When flowers were a bloomin

Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay

For the love of Barbara Allen

He sent his servant to the town

The town where she did dwell in

Saying Master dear has sent me here

If your name be Barbara Allen

Then slowly slowly she got up

And slowly she went to him

And all she said when she got there

Young man I think you're dying

She looked to the east

She looked to the west

Saw his corpse a comin

Said pick me up and carry me home

For I feel like I am dying

They buried Willie in the old church yard

And Barbara in the new one

From Willie's grave there grew a rose

From Barbara's a green briar

They grew and grew to the old church wall

And could not grow no higher

And there they tied in a true love knot

The rose bush and the briar